WALKING ON THE “GRAND TRUNK”
Years and years–decades ago–
This crossing filled with fear…
As one and more automobiles
Were hit by trains so near.
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My own Dad nearly wasn’t,
Waking up on the engine’s front…
Of all the family in the touring car
He and his Dad took the brunt.
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His father died at that blind crossing
Where so many went awry…
Reduced train speeds or crossing bells
Might have prevented many who died.
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The South Street crossing’s eerily
Quiet as a former railroad bed…
Horses and bicycles ply the right-of-way,
With less becoming dead.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 